A smell story.  First guy who ever hit on me was a sailor on leave.  I was about 16 and he was 21 or so.  Big goodlooking guy, tousled red hair, glasses, pea coat and white cap (it was Fall).  Approached me at a duck pond on LI and got me talking about car and plane models.  Then he switched asked me how much I masturbated, told me that if I masturbated 5-6 times it would get more intense each time, even when I ran dry.  He asked me to come to his place and see models.  HA.   
I didn't go, I was scared.   But he was smoking Player's Navy Cut unfiltered and gave me one.  I get hard to this day if anyone is smoking those.  I can recognize it in a crowded bar in Berlin.   
I am sorry I didn't go, he was a really hot pervert offering me an early start.  Assuming he wasn't a serial killer which I think he was.